This poem is taken from PN Review 21, Volume 8 Number 1, September - October 1981.
Night FishersAfter the autumn storms, we chose a night
To fish the bay. The catch
I scarcely recollect. It was the climb,
The grasp at slipping rock unnerved
All thought, thrust out of time
And into now the sharp original fear
That mastered me then. I do not think
I ever looked so far down into space
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